Last week I saw an angel. Lying on lino stained crimson with blood, I prayed for salvation. I was grateful for my faith, knowing that without hours spent in prayer, I should have bled out in solitude.

A finely curated playlist of alternative tracks to get you settled into the new season. Its 10 songs from the 70s all the way to the 2010s!

Can we arise and go now, or did we come in at the end?

Is our flesh slowly synthesising with the metal and innovtive technology we keep experiencing? Or am I just experiencing psychosis and masking it as moral panic?

Obviously, we haven’t fully reached the point where our flesh begins to fuse with actual metal. But it’s dressing like we’re on the periphery of embracing this design.

Three years ago, my roommate tattooed a heart above my left knee. The ink is solid, buried beneath four layers of skin. Memories, however, seep from their station, abandoning all solidity, leaking from every line and lack thereof.

"Don’t be passive, don’t be silent; vote and be heard."

“I’ve heard music and seen films and somehow felt less alone, if we can do that for someone else, then that’s cool in my books.”